I was at the training grounds. Xavier, who had become significantly better with the sword after the daily training regimen I put him through, had just made a slice in my shoulder. My wound was in the process of healing when I was gripped by a sick feeling inside, accompanied by the urge to find out where my sister was.
"You do realize that the hunters and perhaps the other covens are now equipped with guns and not swords, right?" Xavier asked. "Why then do we have to learn to fight using these?" He raised his sword in the air as I straightened to my full height.
"Agility. Strength. The honor of looking your opponents in the eye before you wound them… Sword fights aren't for cowards." I explained, my mind still occupied by an urge to find Vivienne.
"Honor?" He raised one brow. "Is that what we call it now?" He positioned himself for another round. "Perhaps you mean horror."
With my opponent poised for another fight, I backed down for the first time.
